Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.